Chapter 87: Don't Worry, She Won't Find Out (Please Subscribe)

The concert ended, and the audience began to leave one by one.

At the entrance of the Mercedes-Benz Culture Center, a dense crowd made it impossible to hail a taxi.

Chen Yansen led Meng Jie to walk one more block before the situation improved slightly; the two got into a car, and Chen Yansen instructed the driver to head to the Marriott Hotel.

"My father booked a room for me next to the Marriott; I won't be able to keep you company tonight," Meng Jie said softly, leaning against Chen Yansen's chest.

After Meng Zhen Guo heard Wei Zhe explain the situation, he hurriedly rebooked a hotel for his daughter.

He thought to himself that he absolutely could not give Chen Yansen any opportunity.

As a man, he knew too well the little schemes of an eighteen-year-old boy; he did not want the cabbage he had raised for eighteen years to be devoured by this rascal Chen Yansen.

"Uncle Meng trusts my character too little."

A flicker of secret joy passed through Chen Yansen's eyes; he frowned and feigned disappointment as he sighed.

"My father trusts your character too much, which is why he booked a hotel for me," Meng Jie said with a smile, rolling her eyes at him.

"How about we don't go stay there?" Chen Yansen suggested.

"No way! My father must have already instructed the front desk; if I don't show up, he will likely rush to Shanghai City overnight," Meng Jie said seriously, shaking her head.

"Alright, let's go back to the Marriott to get your luggage first, then I'll take you to the new hotel."

Chen Yansen sighed, putting on a show of disappointment.

"Okay then," Meng Jie said, wrapping her arm around his and gazing out the window.

The day's experiences were unforgettable; it was probably the most memorable birthday of her entire life.

For some reason, the image of her crouching at the coffee shop door crying bitterly in the morning suddenly floated into her mind; her face immediately flushed with red, for she had rarely cried since childhood, and thinking of it now made her feel ashamed.

In her opinion, the way little girls cry and whine was the most annoying thing, yet at that time, she had helplessly watched Chen Yansen being taken away by the patrol, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

Some things, when one realizes they are about to be lost and tries desperately to hold on, are often already too late.

Thinking of this, she held Chen Yansen's arm even tighter.

"Do you like it here?" Chen Yansen asked softly, pointing at the skyscrapers piercing the clouds and the dazzling neon night view of Shanghai City.

"It's fine for tourism, but if I were to work and live here, I definitely wouldn't adapt; people here walk several paces faster than in my hometown, and it feels like living is so exhausting."

Meng Jie smiled and said with deep feeling.

"Little Miss, you know, our Shanghai City houses are extremely expensive; if you slow down even a step every day, you'll be hundreds of steps behind others in a year; how can you afford a house?"

The taxi driver, listening to their conversation, couldn't help but chime in.

"So, my hometown is still the best; blue bricks and dark tiles, ancient city and old alleys, everywhere is filled with the smoke and fire of daily life," Meng Jie replied.

The driver secretly curled his lip; seeing these two young people, Chen Yansen and Meng Jie, he guessed they were mostly college students, thinking: "Kids, they know nothing; wait until you open your eyes, and you'll be even less able to afford a house!"

Before long, the car stopped at the hotel entrance.

Chen Yansen led Meng Jie into the room, and they cuddled for another half hour or so before he took her to the chain hotel next door.

Afterwards, Chen Yansen did not return to the Marriott but walked toward a KFC at the street corner.

The night was deep, and the cold wind blew shivering.

Warm lights flickered; through the three-meter-high glass window, Chen Yansen saw Song Yuncheng sitting on a chair, staring blankly at the table.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Chen Yansen tapped on the glass.

Song Yuncheng came back to her senses; the moment she saw Chen Yansen, her originally dim eyes instantly lit up.

Almost instinctively, she stood up, ran a short distance, and pushed the door open.

But standing before Chen Yansen, she became timid again, not knowing what to say and not knowing what to do.

"Leaving your post without permission; do you want me to deduct your wages?"

Seeing her haggard appearance, Chen Yansen sighed lightly and frowned as he teased.

"Chen Yansen, I'm just glad you're safe," Song Yuncheng said, looking down and stammering.

"Coming and going, a thousand li of road, just to say this?" Chen Yansen asked, looking straight at her.

"I... I wanted to see you."

Song Yuncheng, not knowing where the courage came from, dragged her heavy steps forward and timidly embraced Chen Yansen; the words "I wanted to see you" were spoken so softly they were barely audible.

Chen Yansen was stunned, somewhat dazed; he never expected Song Yuncheng to be so bold as to confess to him proactively.

"I think I've fallen for you, Chen Yansen; what should I do?" Song Yuncheng raised her head, staring straight at him; the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back and rolled down her cheeks.

"Liking me is a good thing; no need to feel inferior."

Chen Yansen joked, pulling her tightly into his embrace; the youthful scent of the girl washed over him.

A good girl like Song Yuncheng requires little technique to pursue; relying entirely on 99% of her looks and 1% of careful care is enough to make her throw herself into his arms.

Chen Yansen's lips curled slightly; the duck ran away, but an old goose arrived; tonight he would finally get to eat meat.

"Let me hold you for a while; I'm so tired; just a while is enough."

Song Yuncheng pressed tightly against him, murmuring softly; usually it was Chen Yansen taking advantage of her, but this time it was her taking advantage of Chen Yansen.

It turned out that the scent on Chen Yansen's body was like the pine wood of her hometown, fresh and clean, making her heart slowly calm down.

"Sleep at my place tonight? There's still a sofa."

The wind outside was strong, blowing the scalp cool; Chen Yansen asked.

"I can just find a hotel myself; I'll return to Xu City tomorrow; you... take good care of Meng Jie."

Song Yuncheng let go of Chen Yansen and stepped back; when talking about sleeping together, she subconsciously still wanted to avoid Chen Yansen.

"She's staying at the hotel next door; she won't find out."

Chen Yansen smiled wickedly; he did not want to let go of the meat already at his mouth.

At this moment, Song Yuncheng's defenses were the weakest; a gentle poke would unlock the final level.

"I like you, but I don't want to be with you; you have a girlfriend."

Song Yuncheng took another step back, her meaning clear: I like you, but it has nothing to do with you.

"Rest assured, I won't do anything to you. Do you not trust me?" Chen Yansen lied with a straight face, speaking with utmost seriousness.

Song Yuncheng let out a soft scoff; precisely because she trusted Chen Yansen's character too much, she was afraid in her heart.

"Enough, stop nagging! Come with me, or I'll fire you." Chen Yansen waved his hand impatiently, ceased his pointless talk, and walked straight toward the hotel.

Song Yuncheng stood in place until the cold wind blew her face until it stung, then helplessly chased after him.

That handsome face of Chen Yansen's only made her angrier the more she looked at it.

She handed over her ID card for registration.

Song Yuncheng was already very familiar with this procedure; she followed Chen Yansen into the elevator, heading straight to the upper floors.

The hotel front desk staff looked puzzled; he remembered that the girl the guest brought back yesterday didn't look like this!

"Did you bring change of underwear?"

Chen Yansen kicked the door shut with his foot, leaned his back against it, and asked Song Yuncheng with a sidelong glance.

"I did." Today, Song Yuncheng was unusually well-behaved, a stark contrast to her usual self who would fly into a rage at the slightest provocation.

"Do you shower first, or do I, or do we shower together?"

Chen Yansen posed another very profound question.

"Don't bully me, okay?" Song Yuncheng's tone was gentle, sounding heart-wrenching; her watery eyes looked straight at Chen Yuncheng.

"Fine, you go first; I won't fight you for it."

Chen Yansen's heart softened under her gaze; he waved his hand and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Seeing Chen Yansen walk away, Song Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief, put down her backpack, took out her pajamas, and with a 'Crack!' sound, closed the bathroom door.

Chen Yansen took a laptop from his suitcase, scrolled through project group messages, then called Liu Zhicheng of Jiushen Wang; he first expressed thanks, then got straight to the point:

"Mr. Liu, I trust you, and I trust Jiushen Wang, but we must act according to the contract. Regardless of the investigation results, Fox Tao's user experience and reputation have suffered severe damage."

After laying the groundwork, Chen Yansen continued: "For this batch of Feitian Maotai, I will compensate users ten times the price for fakes; the money will be deducted from Jiushen Wang's security deposit."

Liu Zhicheng smiled bitterly; he understood Chen Yansen's approach, but he knew even better in his heart that after an internal investigation, Jiushen Wang's own warehouse staff were not at fault.

Then, these Feitian Maotai wines must have been swapped during transit; whether the problem lay at the sorting center or the terminal delivery point, they were still investigating.

In this case, Jiushen Wang was also a victim.

Liu Zhicheng thought for a moment and ultimately dared not turn on Chen Yansen: "It should be done; once the follow-up investigation clarifies things, we will pursue the directly responsible person."

Chen Yansen exchanged a few polite words with him and then hung up the phone.

After that, he called Cao Dahua; he didn't utter a single word of thanks, only saying that the tea, cigarettes, and alcohol in Hu City were quite good, and he would bring some local specialties back for him.

Cao Dahua verbally declined, but his laughter revealed his pleasure.

After finishing these tasks, Chen Yansen stood before the glass curtain wall, pondering Zhang Hanhua; whether this matter had anything to do with Zhang Hanhua was unimportant; Chen Yansen simply wanted to ruin him.

Having struggled in the business world for many years, in terms of using underhanded tricks, ten heads of Zhang Hanhua were no match for him.

In just a few minutes, several immature plans sprang to mind.

Just then, a dull 'Thud!' sound suddenly came from the bathroom, like someone falling.

Chen Yansen turned and walked to the bedroom door, shouting toward the bathroom: "Song Yuncheng, are you okay?"

He called out several times, but no one responded.

Chen Yansen walked quickly to the bathroom door, knocked on it first; when Song Yuncheng didn't make a sound, he knew something was wrong.

He stepped back and suddenly exerted force.

With a 'Clang!' sound, the solid wood door was smashed open by him!

Mist filled the bathroom; Song Yuncheng lay prone on the floor, her eyes tightly closed, as water from the showerhead poured down onto her body.

Chen Yansen glanced quickly, having no time to admire, hurriedly turned off the shower, then shook Song Yuncheng.

She didn't move a muscle, her skin flushed red.

Chen Yansen placed his hand on her forehead and immediately understood; her brow was scorching hot like fire, hot enough to fry a fried egg.

"You have a fever and don't say a word; you people are truly troublesome."

Chen Yansen scooped Song Yuncheng up, lifted Song Yuncheng, grabbed a bath towel by the side, and wrapped her up.

His previous judgment was correct; Song Yuncheng was indeed a C.

Damn it, she looks so well-behaved, yet her figure is so fierce.

Chen Yansen placed her on the bed, picked up the landline, and explained the situation to the front desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen; we don't have antipyretic medicine here. What medicine do you need? We can help you buy it."

The hotel service attitude was quite good; they responded quickly.

Chen Yansen listed several medicine names in one breath before hanging up the phone.

In this day and age, food delivery was just starting; the category of medicines was not yet within their scope of operations.

Plus, late at night, wanting to buy some medicine was truly a troublesome matter.

Fortunately, the front desk staff worked efficiently; only half an hour later, someone knocked on the door, delivering a bag of medicine, including antipyretics, anti-inflammatories, and a thermometer.

Chen Yansen returned to the bedroom, leaned sideways against the headboard, and held Song Yuncheng in his arms.

"Clamp it!"

Chen Yansen commanded.

At this moment, Song Yuncheng showed a slight reaction; her eyes opened a tiny slit, saw it was Chen Yansen, then relaxed, tilted her head, and closed her eyes again.

Seeing her limp state, Chen Yansen had to hold the thermometer for her, hugged her shoulders, and made her clamp the thermometer tightly.

Five minutes later, the scale shot up to 39.1 degrees.

Chen Yansen grabbed the medicine bag from the bedside, popped an antipyretic pill for her, pried her mouth open, forced it in, then fed her half a bottle of electrolyte water.

After feeding her the medicine, he only then remembered to check Song Yuncheng, to see if she had been injured when she fell just now.

He turned her over and only then noticed her knees and palms were scraped a bit; he tore open a band-aid and applied it for her.

"You're doing this on purpose to keep me from eating meat."

Chen Yansen held Song Yuncheng, gave her a couple of careless pats, and said irritably.

He didn't consider himself much of a good man, but he wouldn't mess around at a time like this; leaning against the headboard, Chen Yansen couldn't help but think of Wang Ziyan.

In his past life, there was once when Wang Ziyan had a fever, and she lay in his arms just like this.

Too bad—a guy like me would rather start life over than get married and have kids.

Thinking and thinking, drowsiness crept in, and Chen Yansen soon fell asleep.

(End of chapter)